It didn't take long for her to figure out he was stuck.
For several days now-- or perhaps even a week-- he had repeated the same basic tune with a slight difference in it each time. He had to be writing a song, but what for? Why was he doing it? What was it about?
Her insatiable curiousity drove her insane standing in line to place her order in the mornings. She longed to speak to him, to ask him what it was all about, but if she did, she feared she'd be rejected. No one else talked to him.
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Coffee Thoughts [✔️ 2017]
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